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Point in life

There comes a point in life where you no longer care about anything. All of your goals and aspirations seem far away. You no longer feel happiness. Yet, you are constantly facing the world and your family with lies and smiles. They don't know that deep down in you lies a soul who no longer cares. There comes a point in life where all of the battles lost turn into opened scars. There's no energy left to die, or to even defend your soul. You are just there, watching people die, find their soulmates, get excited over a band. Yet you are with them physically, but your soul is numb. Your soul looks for peace. And that peace can only be obtained by you. But they wounded you, almost left you there to die. How can you possibly find the strength to be at peace?
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Oct 13, 2014
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